Baby’s Breath

chapter11.

Cheng Yu looked at him, and suddenly thought of something he shouldn't have.

Sweeping his rosy lips to this immature body, and then to the hand that obediently let him beat his palm, Cheng Yu looked down and smiled, his voice a little dumb: "Here you guys, Apart from picking fruits in the orchard and picking tea in the tea fields, is there anything else?"

He said, "You will be my guide to pay off the debt."

be a guide?

Xue Tianliang did this, and this Xue You was familiar with: "Should I go swimming in the river?"

"No." Going for a swim with a girl, boring.

"The **** field? It's pretty beautiful. People in the city will stop and take pictures when they come."

Cheng Yu shook his head.

"Hey! We have a tree house."

"Tree house? What kind of one."

"That's it." Xue Youka knelt by the small bed and pointed to him. "The top of the fig tree in the backyard was repaired by my grandfather when I was young."

The tree was strangely tall and taller than the house. Cheng Yu looked over and vaguely saw the tree house he was talking about, as well as the ladder.

Outrageously simple.

"I like to sleep in (sleeping in Shui)," Xue Youka said, "you are from the city, and you must have never (sleeping in Shui) in a tree house. There used to be fireflies in the summer, but now there are fewer fireflies, and it is difficult to catch them at night. At the time, Grandpa caught the fireflies into the tree house."

"This is a doghouse?" Cheng Yu stood under the tree and looked up.

The ladder hanging next to the tree (dry gan) was made of wooden sticks tied with hemp rope. It looked weak, and a large flower curtain was hung in front of the small door of the tree house as the door curtain. It's kind of particular.

"It's not a kennel. Dogs can't climb trees."

Hearing his solemn explanation, Cheng Yu was speechless, Xue Youka insisted on showing it to him, and voluntarily climbed up like a monkey and called him: "You can't get up? But it's cool."

He was sitting on the edge of the tree house, his legs dangling.

Cheng Yu had never seen a girl like him, and stared for a while: "Is it smelly inside?"

"It's not smelly." Xue Youka hung his head, with light spots falling on his head, "If you come at night, I will catch fireflies for you."

"Isn't it said that there are very few?"

"There is still on the mountain, over the tea field."

"Then you catch me and I will go up again."

Xue Youka looked at this brother for a long time: "...well, I'll catch you at night. You won't come back at night, right?"

Cheng Yu raised his eyebrows: "If you catch a firefly, call me."

Xue Youka looked at Cheng Yu standing below, as if she had seen herself as a child. At that time, he asked Xue Tianliang to do the same, calling his father to catch fireflies for him.

Now it was his turn.

Cheng Yu: "Take a pen and I will write you the phone number."

Xue Youka said just now that he lost his number.

Xue Youka was very helpless, and slowly descended down the ladder, went upstairs and took the phone book and pen before going downstairs: "I will use the phone book to write down for you, this time I won't lose it, let's talk."

Cheng Yu reported the number, and Xue You recorded it on the card.

Cheng Yu stretched out his hand: "Let me see."

The phone book is a very small book, half a slap in the hand. It contains many people's numbers, the latest one is my own, and the name is written crookedly: Chen Yu.

Cheng Yu: "..."

"Xue Mimi, can you even write my name wrong?" He couldn't believe it.

"Aren't these two words?"

Cheng Yu grabbed the ballpoint pen from his hand expressionlessly, crossed out the word "Chen Yu" and added the word "Cheng Yu".

"Remember which two words are, go back and copy them two hundred times."

Xue Youka felt that the young master was really sick.

But he had come into contact with more annoying people, and Cheng Yu was nothing compared to that. He glanced at the phone book and realized that it was "Cheng Yu". Still stiff: "I didn't make a mistake. What I wrote is a pass, and you are not my teacher. Why do you have to punish me?"

Cheng Yu was just talking about it. He thought the kid was funny, he couldn't help but knocked on his forehead, with very light force: "Copy ten times, I will check back."

"How is it like my mother..." he muttered.

Cheng Yu said, "I'm leaving, and I caught a firefly calling."

"Oh."

Before Cheng Yu left, he asked for his landline number again.

Xue Youka sent him out, (奶Nai)(奶Nai) just saw him come back and asked: "Mimi, did the tiger skin come just now?"

Xue Youka nodded vaguely, and did not say that it was the son of the big family.

奶Nai)(奶Nai), are there still fireflies on the mountain now?"

"Recently? (Milk Nai) (Milk Nai) I don't know if I can't come out. I heard people say it is."

Xue Youka didn't call grandfather, but pulled the tiger skin up the mountain to catch it. The sky (color) was already dark, and the two of them circled the mountain with flashlights, and there were no fireflies.

Tiger Skin asked: "Xue Youka, why did you suddenly want to catch fireflies?"

"Catch...play."

"We don't have one here, but I heard there is one over Zhongshan."

Zhongshan is a bit far away, and it takes half an hour to drive from here.

Xue Youka sighed, so far away, how could he catch Cheng Yu by himself.

When going down the mountain, the tiger skin flashed a flashlight and walked forward. Xue Youka walked behind, but accidentally stepped on the moss, and the sole slipped and fell.

"Hi..." He sat on the ground.

Hearing the movement, Tiger Skin immediately turned around to see him: "Are you okay!"

"It's okay, I didn't have a bad foot, I just scratched the skin." Under the reflection of the flashlight, Xue Youka opened his pants and saw that both calves were torn, the right leg was a little more serious, and the ankle even wiped blood.

Tiger skin took a closer look at his injury: "It's still a bit serious, can you go! I'll go down the mountain and ask someone to come up to lift you?"

"How can it be so exaggerated." Xue Youka stood up slowly and wiped the mud on the palm of his hand, only to find that the palm of his hand was also scratched and a little bleeding. He didn't care too much, "That's it? I haven't cut it yet. Bag-skin hurts."

Tiger skin: "..."

To be honest, the pace of going down the mountain was still delayed, and Xue Youka limped. However, he grew up in the countryside, and he often stumbled. Such a small injury is nothing. He doesn't even bother to apply medicine. If he wipes it with a towel, he doesn't care.

He didn't catch the firefly, nor did he call Cheng Yu, and under the lamp he wrote He Xiaoyou's assignments.

Two days later, Cheng Yu took the initiative to call.

"Xue Mimi, where are the fireflies you caught me?" Cheng Yu was really boring here and couldn't find any interesting things.

"I…"

"Not caught?"

"Um...we don't have it on the mountain." He said honestly, "I heard that only the top of Zhongshan Mountain has fireflies, but I have prepared others for you. Would you like to come over and take a look?"

"What's so mysterious?"

"You'll know when you come over!"

Cheng Yu didn't know why he just listened to him like this, so he told his grandfather and went out.

"Is there no one in your house this afternoon?" When Cheng Yu came, he found that his house was not alone.

奶Nai)(奶Nai) went to play cards."

"What about your grandpa?"

"Went for tea."

"Without you?"

"I don't play cards, I don't drink tea, take me (gan) or something."

Cheng Yu: "What have you prepared for me?"

"You'll know when you go up and see!"

Cheng Yu stood under the fig tree, stalemate for a while with an ugly expression.

Xue Youka pushed him: "Go up."

Cheng Yu was also really curious, what surprises did he prepare for himself?

"Is this really strong?" Cheng Yu grabbed the twine and stepped on it.

"Why isn't it strong anymore! I've been crawling since I was a kid, and it hasn't broken for many years."

Step by step, Cheng Yu quickly climbed to the top and raised his hand to lift the curtain of flowers: "It's so small."

It was a little dark inside, and there was a faint light from the gaps in the tree (gan) that built the tree house.

"There is only one pillow and two balls."

"That's a luminous ball, you have to lie down." Xue Youka stood underneath and said.

Cheng Yu sniffed it. There was no smell, only the original ecological smell of trees, and then slowly climbed in.

He has never (gan) anything like this in his entire life, and while he dislikes it, he is driven by the power of ghosts and gods. The tree house was too small, and Cheng Yu frowned and rolled over, bumping his shoulder.

He lay down with his legs still outside.

"Then what?" Cheng Yu asked.

"Do you (touch Mo) have a flashlight."

Cheng Yu leaned on the pillow and reached the small flashlight (touching Mo).

"You turn on the flashlight and look at it."

Cheng Yu turned on the flashlight and looked down the tree roof.

That is a picture of a starry sky cut from a book.

Cheng Yu: "..."

"Did you see it?" Xue Youka's voice came through the trees, "That is the Scorpio Nebula, does it look good?"

Cheng Yu fixedly looked at the crumpled picture with scotch tape on top.

He didn't say anything, but he felt a little special in his heart.

There is an astronomical telescope at home, and Cheng Yu has seen the real starry sky. Because of the heart attack that almost killed him when he was born, he rarely visited other places except Macau, and his parents would not let him take the risk of flying.

In addition to boring reading in the library at home, Cheng Yu can't do anything (gan gan).

But at this moment, I suddenly felt moved by this broken photo, which was simply inexplicable.

Just when he was thinking about it, his legs outside the curtain suddenly fell cold, he kicked his legs suddenly, and instantly sat up, his forehead knocked directly on the roof of the tree.

Cheng Yu gritted his teeth and did not call out.

He opened the curtain with a sullen face and looked down and saw Xue Youka hanging on the ladder.

"I saw a mosquito on your lap, I will blow you up with Rich..."

Sure enough, the air was filled with a dull smell of flowers (dew).

Cheng Yu's forehead hurt suddenly and suddenly, he just squatted hard.

Xue Youka heard the sound just now and knew he must have knocked his forehead. At this moment, he felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, brother, I didn't intentionally hurt you. Do you like the thing inside?"

Cheng Yumu said with a face: "You just sent me like that?"

Seeing that he really didn't like it, Xue Youka lowered his head in annoyance, and after a few seconds of silence, he weakly explained: "But there are really no fireflies on the mountain... I went up to the mountain to catch it for you."

"Didn't Zhong Shan have it?" Cheng Yu got down from the dangling ladder, (touching Mo) his forehead, as if a bag was swollen.

"It's too far! It takes half an hour to drive there. It takes me two hours to ride a bicycle." Besides, he can't ride a bicycle now. The operation is only one month.

Xue Youka was a little aggrieved and angry. He sat on the seesaw and rolled up his loose pants, showing bruises and blood marks on both legs: "I'll find fireflies for you, and I fell. A fall, look!"

Cheng Yu was stunned, his expression changed slightly, and he squatted down to look.

The legs are very beautiful, not too thin, well-proportioned and slender, except that the knees have bruises, the legs have scabs on the sides of the legs, and the scabs on the ankles look darker, indicating the injury. More serious.

"Look, it's up to you to ask me to catch fireflies. Can't I pay you back? I don't want to play with you anymore."

Cheng Yu's expression is even more ugly: "Then who are you playing with?"

"I have buddies!"

"naive."

"I'll save enough money to return it to you in a few days. I won't catch fireflies for you anymore. You like to catch fireflies by yourself!" The more he talked, the more he spoke, the more confident he was, and Cheng Yu had no temper. .

Forget it, what to care about with the little girl.

"Mimi."

"Hey." He subconsciously responded.

"Does it hurt?"

This sudden gentle tone made Xue Youka a little confused, staring at him blankly: "No, it doesn't hurt..."

"You wait a while." After finishing speaking, Cheng Yu stood up and left from his home before Xue Youka hadn't reacted.

Xue Youka is even more confused...

Cheng Yu is the most uncertain person (sexual xing) he has ever seen. The last second he was stern and fierce, and the next second he gently asked him whether his wound hurts, and then he left it in the next second. He ran away.

Cheng Yu has been familiar with this country in the past few days, knowing that there is a small shop at the intersection.

There was only a teenage girl guarding the canteen, and her face blushed when she saw Cheng Yu coming over.

In the small county, I have never seen such a boy. He is neatly dressed and stylish, with beautiful facial features, tall, with sleeves rolled up, and smooth and strong elbows. This is due to the fencing practice and drum training, only from the arm. Looking at it, I know that this boy is actually very powerful when he looks at his thin body.

"What do you want, want, or buy?" Cheng Yu could vaguely understand the dialect the little girl spoke. He glanced at the canteen. It was all junk food, spicy strips, and the like, all of which had never been seen before.

It was estimated that Xue Mimi would like it, but he didn't buy it.

"I want an ice cream."

When the freezer opened, Cheng Yu reached in and picked it out. The result was all Sanwu brands he didn't recognize. In the end, he took a much cuter one.

"That's it." Cheng Yu gave the money.

When he returned to Xue's house, Xue Youka was no longer on the seesaw. Cheng Yu went straight upstairs, and as expected, he was lying in the room reading comics.

Cheng Yu knocked twice to open the door to remind him that he had come in.

"I bought something for you." He hid the ice cream behind his back.

Xue Youka pointed his eyes: "Sweet cone!!!"

"Yeah." Cheng Yu took it out.

"Did you buy it for me!"

(Routine) The eyes were visible, Cheng Yu found that his head was downcast, his eyes suddenly became bright, and his eyes were shining.

He thought it was funny, and couldn't help but smile: "I bought it for you."

Xue Youka jumped up from the (bed chuang), and was about to take the cutie from Cheng Yu's hand. Cheng Yu's hand shrank back, Xue Youka threw herself away and looked at him again.

Cheng Yu is not ill or slow: "Does the stomach still hurt?"

Xue Youka thought he said that he had gastrointestinal convulsions when he ate seafood that day, so he shook his head: "It's already fine."

"Oh." Cheng Yu gave him the ice cream.

"Thank you brother!"

"What about the legs? Are you okay?" Cheng Yu sat on the chair next to him.

"It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Even the tone of speech is different.

"It doesn't hurt to eat ice cream? Roll up my pants and let me see."

I just took a look, and now I look more closely and find that the scabs on these legs are really ugly, and Cheng Yu is a little worried about leaving scars.

Xue Youka said no: "When I was a kid, I went to a steel bar factory to play. One (pi) strand fell off and was pierced by the steel bar. After 20 stitches, only a very shallow scar was left. What's the matter. It's okay if you eat ice cream." He said, still glancing at Cheng Yu's red forehead.

The happiness of single-celled organisms is so simple and pure.

Cheng Yu even thought, since one ice cream can do this, the ten ice creams... will he let him follow his advice, (gan gan) anything?

"Brother, you have a bag on your head."

Cheng Yu's expression froze, and instantly stopped all imagination, with a burst of blue veins on his forehead.

Xue Youka got up, holding a cone that had gradually merged under the midsummer high temperature in his hand. The aroma of ice cream filled the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and said softly, "You squat a little bit, I will blow for you."

The author has something to say: 　　 Cheng Yu’s heart rate measuring bracelet is about to call the police